Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2016 18:37:57 -0500
From: Lion24655
Subject: Erica?s Downfall
Erica's Downfall (M/F, F/F, M/M, D/s, BD, Humiliation, Incest. WaterSpots,
Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Reluctant, Consensual) byLion24655 2007
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Erica's Downfall Chapter 1 - Stuffy socialite falls from grace
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Erica was a smart
lady in her late thirties. Trim figure, short black hair, always dressed
immaculately. Attractive in a cold way. Untouchable - none of the rest of us
would ever be allowed near her. And formidable.Not formidable in an
unpleasant way, but someone who had to run things. Chair things. Be in charge of
things, and enjoyed the status that went with it. Sometimes the things she ran
were run to feed her ego, rather than for the benefit of the organization or
members. And that was added to the status she gained from being married to
her husband who was something very wealthy and important in the city.Having
said that she did a lot of good for our organization - a fundraising group to
support a local hospice. She ran the group well, we made a lot of money and
the hospice thrived. And Erica's Ego was inflated. We were all winners. The
problem - there were other people who worked just as hard, but did it
selflessly, who had no ego. If people didn't want the credit for themselves, then
somehow the credit ended up with Erica, and she was more than willing to
receive it. So when Eric was given the award, things went wrong.Eric had been
part of our group for years. He had worked tirelessly, and had received no
credit. Now in his mid-sixties, he had been a widower for 4 years, following
the sad death of his beloved wife Beth whom he had nursed through her final
illness. Eric's contribution to our organization had been huge and we agreed
he should be recognized for what he did. The rest of us nominated him for
the Governor's Award, perhaps the highest accolade someone in the voluntary
world could receive. Our organization had an office which we had to keep
secure, and our landlord had recently installed security cameras. Whoever
wandered in would open the mail, sort anything that needed to be sorted, take any
telephone messages, and generally work towards the running of the
organization. Often I would be in the office, often Erica, often anyone of half a
dozen of us would go to the office.It was, therefore, for us a shock to pick up
the newspaper on the Friday. There on the front cover was a picture of
Erica, with a letter from the governor, proclaiming that she had won the governor'
s award for her contribution to the community. Erica? It should have been
Eric...We had a sense of disappointment as we went to the awards ceremony to
see Erica receive her award, although she herself strutted proudly to the
platform as the governor used her as an example of an outstanding citizen that
we should all imitate. The only person who seemed genuinely pleased for her
was Eric - he wasn't aware that the award had gone to the wrong
person...The award had gone to the wrong person. How? Why? What had gone wrong?Erica
was now prouder and smugger than she had ever been. Eric was continuing in the
background working selflessly for our organization. Others shrugged their
shoulders. I was angry, furious...Over a few days my anger subsided, but my
confusion didn't. How had it gone wrong?One of my roles was to look after the
security cameras in our office. Every fortnight I would change the tapes,
and if nothing had happened simply re-cycle them into the cameras. We didn't
have to change them very often because they were movement sensitive - they
only started filming when someone was moving. The tapes - something rang
bells in the back of my mind. The tapes... perhaps I could take a look at
them.The first couple of days of tapes showed me nothing, and I fast forwarded
them. But then I saw it. The tape was surprisingly clear. There was Erica
opening a letter with the governors seal on it. There were two bits of paper. She
read one. She looked around. She put the other on the table, whited-out
something out, wrote some things on it. She put it in an envelope. Put the
envelope in her pocket like she was going to take it for posting... I re-ran the
clip several times trying to work out what was happening...then it clicked.
I used a magnifying glass on the screen and saw even more clearly...Three
days later Erica sat in my living room, following the urgent arrangements I
made with her after working out what had happened on the tape. I hadn't told
her what the meeting was about, but simply said that we had to meet. I sat
opposite her, as she commanded the room, looking formidable, invincible, in
charge. "Well" she said, having refused the cup of tea I'd offered, "Please
tell me the reason we are here, because I have other important things to do
today." The voice was clearly meant to sound superior and to cow opposition
to her. I smiled inwardly."Thanks for coming", I said, in a slightly
deferential voice. "I have asked you hear to see a clip of video tape.""Video
tape?" Her voice clearly indicated that this was a waste of time. "What video
tape?"I smile, bowed my head, "Just three minutes of tape." I paused. "
Please watch." Without waiting I turned the piece of tape on. At the end of
the tape - after three or four minutes, I turned to Erica. "Now, what do you
think was happening there?"Erica had a dark face, but still a hint of
confusion. She shrugged her shoulders. I continued."What you see there," I said in
a measured tone, "Is the chair of our organization opening a letter from
the governor, about Eric - not Erica - Eric. In the letter he says that Eric
is going to get the governors award for voluntary service, and includes a
piece of paper asking for details of Eric's address, age and so on, so he can
send the formal invitation."I paused, before continuing. "Then what happens
is the chair of our organization changing the information. Whited-out Eric's
address. Changing Eric's name. And putting her own details. So instead of
Eric getting the award, the chair gets the award." Again I pause. "And then,
here is the newspaper with the picture of the chair with her award."
Another pause. "How does that sound?"Erica's face was grim. "You will never
prove anything", she replied in a grim and threatening voice.Again I paused, not
overwhelmed by her tone. "Unfortunately for you" I smile, looking at her, "
our camera and video have a very good quality zoom mechanism. Watch this..."
I push the start button again on the video.Erica's face turned grim and
grimmer as the film is zoomed in, a zoom so effective that it is possible to
read the writing on the forms, and read what is whited-out. With the zoom
there is no doubt at what happened.As it finished, Erica's cool had crumbled. "
What are you going to do?"I smiled again. "Well, I could send it to the
newspaper, and explain what they are seeing. I'm sure it would make front page
news. Imagine - Award winner forges form to get award." I let the picture
sink in before continuing. "My guess is - if that got on the front of the
paper, then your reputation would be ruined. You would have to give up
everything you have. You would be a laughing stock." I stop for a moment, before
continuing. "And then of course, your husband may find himself very quickly on
the employment scrap heap, and the house, the car - you would have a little
to live on, but not much...but then, you wouldn't being going to any parties
or anything like that..."The room seemed still for what seemed hours, as
Erica's mind processed what had happened. At last she spoke, her voice much
more contrite."I'm sorry, it was a silly mistake. Please don't. I saw it
there. Just wanted... Then regretted it as soon as I had sent it. Please don't
tell anyone..." Erica was now gabbling in desperation as she was suddenly
looking down the barrel of her complete humiliation. For her that humiliation
would be far too much to bear.Her voice ran out, and I left the room in
silence for a couple of minutes before replying. "There is an alternative..." I
left the comment hanging in the air. Erica's mind was whirling. It was
obvious she had a good idea of what the alternative might include. The struggle
between her desire to remain upright citizen, and her unwillingness to yield
to what I might ask was written all over her face. For an age her mind
wrestled with what might be involved. At last she cracked."What do you want?"
she asked in a whisper.I spoke more confidently. "Simple. For the next two
hours you submit to me completely. I won't hurt you at all, but you submit
completely." Again the atmosphere was electric as I paused before continuing. "
After that I will want you once a week - we will discuss the details once we
have finished."It was clear she was broken. He voice was very quiet as she
replied: "okay, but please don't hurt me..."I responded: "You have my word
that I will not hurt you, ever, but you must submit to me."Again the long
silence before her voice whispered. "Okay, what do you want?" I smiled at
Erica - the ice maiden had melted, and it had been so easy. "Stand up," I
ordered her. As she did she suddenly looked so sexy in her skirt and blouse. I
suddenly knew this would be a wonderful encounter. I hoped she would enjoy
it as well.I walked close to her, behind her, and slowly undid the zip of her
skirt. I undid the button at the top and felt her tense as I let the skirt
fall to the floor. I stood back - she was wearing a pair of black panties,
simple but classy. She really had a beautiful figure, with shapely legs
melting into a beautiful ass. I moved closer again, looped my fingers into her
panties and pulled them to her knees. I heard her gasp as I revealed her to
me, noticed her hand move instinctively to hide herself.Again, I stepped back
to admire her, and walked around her to see her from every angle. I drank in
this beautiful woman who was about to be mine. I spoke to her - "Remove
your blouse." She hesitated, then began to undo the buttons, her hand no longer
hiding her mound which had a beautifully trimmed bush leading between her
legs. At last her blouse fell to the floor, her bra revealed - black,
matching her panties. Again I drank in her beauty, before moving behind her and
undoing her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Again I gazed at her, taking in
the beautifully shaped breasts. For a moment I wondered how to proceed, but
then moved closer to her, then behind her, then started to run my finger
gently along the join of her ass. It was so round, so beautiful. She stood
tensely as my finger moved along, then stopping my finger, I began to push it
between the cheeks towards her asshole, then hearing her gasp as my finger
found her small hole and began to caress and tickle it. For several seconds I
caressed her there, then suddenly I pushed hard into her, and my finger was
through the ring as she gasped at the invasion of her most private place of
all. I heard her say "Please no," but she didn't move as I invaded her.For
a few moments I let the finger rest in the ring before moving it around,
making her squirm as I did. I let my finger move gently in and out of her hole,
letting my other hand cup on of her beautiful breasts, squeezing, pinching
the nipple which hardened involuntarily. And then I felt it.I felt it - very
faint at first, but a second and third time. She was squeezing my finger
with the muscles of her ring. Not to push my finger out, but in enjoyment. I
was amazed - she was choosing to squeeze my finger...I suddenly whispered to
her: "You little slut, you are enjoying this!"Her voice was panicked
although her face had gone red in embarrassment. "No, please..."But I was sure. "
You are enjoying it. You are a little slut." I paused. "Tell me what you
are."Again it was the quiet voice. "I'm a slut."Again I questioned her. "Are
you enjoying this? Is your pussy getting wet?"She was quiet, so I ordered
her again: "Tell me!""Yes," she whispered."Yes, what?" I asked her
fiercely.She spoke quietly but I could hear every word. "Yes, I'm enjoying this.
Yes my pussy is getting wet." Suddenly it was clear she couldn't control her
own responses. I felt her squeezing my finger hard, I could see her lips
parted, hear her breath now getting shorter. I slid my finger in and out of
her ass again, and her body began to move in rhythm, her eyes closed, faint
mewing from her lips. It was clear she was getting very aroused, but this
wouldn't bring her to orgasm. I was enjoying this - I let my finger continuing
finger fucking her ass, while reaching around and pinching her nipple with my
fingers. Again as I rolled her nipple in my fingers her breathing became
even shorter, her moaning more insistent. At last, after two or three minutes,
so cried out: "Please..."I spoke strongly to her again. "Please what? Tell
me!"She spoke immediately, all inhibition seeming to have gone. "Please
let me cum."Again I spoke harshly to her. "You can plead better than that.
Tell me what is making you excited. Tell me why?" Again, the barrier of her
inhibitions were gone. "Please. You finger in my ass, like it's fucking me.
You fingers on my nipple. Please let me cum. Please, I need to orgasm..."As
she spoke I released her nipple and slid my finger between her legs, which
she moved apart immediately. I rest my finger on her clitoris, aware that she
was very wet already between her legs. I let my finger rub her clit, tickle
it, but as she was about to cum, took it away. She cried out in
disappointment. "No, please, don't stop, I need it..."I continued to finger fuck her
ass but waited until she had calmed down before putting my finger on her clit
again. I again began to gently rub, and again her body began to squirm, her
moaning loud and insistent. This time I didn't stop - suddenly she screamed
out, her body shook, seemingly endlessly as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Over
and over she cried out "Yes, yes, yes..."At last she was coming down from
her high, I removed my fingers completely and she crumpled to the floor,
totally overwhelmed by her orgasm. I looked down at her - there is nothing more
beautiful than watching a woman cum, seeing a woman who has had her
inhibitions ripped away, suddenly begin to find them again. Erica began to hide
herself with her hands again, but I knelt beside her and pulled her hands away
from her breasts and crotch, eased her legs wide so I could see her with my
eyes, her pussy glistening with the moisture she had generated.Her pussy
looked so pretty I couldn't resist - I put my lips to her pussy, kissed her
there, tasting the wetness. I let my tongue moving gently between the lips of
her pussy, move around the lips, tasting her, caressing her, taking in her
wetness. I nibbled gently on the lips, then let my tongue plunge in and out of
her.After playing with her pussy for a couple of minutes I could tell she
was getting aroused again, her hips moving to the thrusting of my tongue into
her. When I let my tongue flick her clit she moaned in pleasure. For the
next few minutes I let my tongue alternately caress her pussy lips, and
flicking her clit, and as I did she became more and more aroused, her body
writhing in pleasure, again moaning uninhibitedly. Suddenly I let my tongue
concentrate on her clit, and within seconds she cried out, her body shook as a
second orgasm overwhelmed her.While she was coming down I quickly removed my
trousers and pants, then knelt between her legs. As her orgasm subsided I
lifted her towards me so that my cock rested between the lips of her pussy. I let
it rest there, before ordering her: "Invite me in!"She whispered "please
take me."I ordered her again. That's how a lady asks for it. Ask for it like
the slut you are."She replied immediately, almost shouting. "Please fuck
me, please put your cock in my cunt. Please fill me with your cum..."It was
an invitation I couldn't refuse - I continue kneeling and simply pulled her
onto my cock, my cock disappearing inside her in one movement. She was so
wet, warm and welcoming.I ordered her again: "Fuck me."Immediately she began
moving her body letting her pussy slide on my cock. It felt wonderful, and I
felt my orgasm coming on, but there was one step further I wanted to take
her.I put my hands under her ass, let my cock slip out of her, then lifted her
ass until her asshole was against my cock - she was still lying on her
shoulders. I simply pulled her to me, my cock slipping slowly and deeper into
her ass, well lubricated by the juices from her pussy.At first she gasped - it
was clear she had never done this before - but as I slipped deeper and
deeper she began to relax, until she looked comfortable her ass impaled on my
cock. I began to slide my cock in and out of her - she was wonderfully tight,
my fingers tickling and pressing on her clit.As I fucked her ass I was
totally unaware of the effect it was having on her, when suddenly I felt myself
cum, pumping deep inside her, filling her, suddenly aware she was screaming
in yet another orgasm. I seemed to cum and cum, filling her stomach with my
cum. At last I came down, pulled my cock from her and rolled away from her,
leaving her on her back, semi-conscious from pleasure.It was half an hour
later that we were both drinking coffee chatting in that slightly
self-conscious way you might. I told her she was a great fuck, that I would have her when
I wanted. That I had taped our time together, so she couldn't pretend it
never happened or escape from the consequences."Finally", I said to her, "You
have a weekly chore.""Chore?" she asked doubtfully."Yes," I replied. "
You robbed Eric of his award. We can't turn the clock back. So you have a
chore. You have to go and seduce him. Give him the fucking of his life. Every
week.""I couldn't", she stuttered."You will," I answered, then pointed at
the tape."I can't, I don't even know him", she still flustered.I was as
quick. "You will. You are one hot woman and you are one hot slut. If you seduce
him he will not be able to resist. And I will check with him regularly..."
Erica was trapped. She knew she had to. And she knew she wanted to. She
wanted to be the slut she had always repressed under ambition and respectability.
Erica's Downfall Chapter 2 - Erica descends further into submission and
depravity
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Two weeks later Erica was driving her car to Eric's house.
Today was the day when she was going to take a new step - not just be taken, but
to take...After the first session with Tony, who had found out her
deception and used it to blackmail her, her emotions had been running riot. There
was, on the one hand, the fear of being found out and the loss of status and
dignity both for her herself and her husband, but on the other hand she had
enjoyed being used, being made a slut - not just enjoyed but it had been
hotter than anything she had ever experienced - and in the subsequent session
she had with Tony a week after the first she had begged and begged again, been
made to do all sorts of humiliating things - had wanted to do them - just
for him to take her. She knew that any time Tony beckoned she would melt for
him completely, do whatever he wanted. Not because she was being
blackmailed, but because it was everything she had ever wanted, and never realised it.
But this was different. In the two sessions so far she could still believe
that she was submitting to the other person because she had no choice. Now it
was her taking - she had to seduce this man she barely knew, this man she
had conned out of his award, this man who was 30 years older than she was. It
was enough being a slut to a man who controlled her. How much more to be a
slut by seducing a stranger...Over the last week Erica had played over and
over in her mind how she would do it. How do you set about seducing a
stranger? How do you make sure they don't run? Erica had played many scenarios over
in her mind. If she was honest, she would admit she had really enjoyed
playing those scenarios and on several occasions had found her panties sopping
wet, and on a couple of times had had to masturbate. In the end she had
decided, she had planned. She had planned enough to get to the stage where Eric
would take the encounter to its conclusion. Erica was very nervous as she
pulled up outside Eric's house, opened the door, stepped out, clicked the
button on her car key to lock her vehicle and headed to the door...Eric was
puzzled - there was something strange about it all. Out of the blue he had
received a phone call from the head of the hospice charity group he worked for.
Could she come and see him, she needed his help, his advice. Why?Eric couldn't
understand why someone he had never spoken to, someone he felt looked down
on him, would all of a sudden want his advice. And it wasn't the first
strange thing. When Erica received her Governors award someone had said to him
they were sorry. Why? Why sorry? Erica worked hard and deserved her award.As
he waited Eric's mind wandered back to earlier days, to his own wife who had
died three years before. He remembered some of the things they did. He
remembered their moving to this community ten years before - they had no choice
but to move. He remembered their discovery of charity work - how they had
enjoyed charity work, and also how it gave them opportunities no-one ever
dreamt were available - opportunities they never shirked. Being good, serving and
upright citizens opened doors other people perhaps never considered. Was
this an opportunity? Probably not, but there was no reason why he shouldn't
prepare as if it might be - he had had few opportunities since his wife's
death. It was just that things didn't feel right about it all. Eric went through
to the back of the house to sort one or two things - just in case...Erica
stepped towards the door with a confidence she didn't feel. Over the journey
to Eric's house her confidence had melted away - she had the skills to look
confident, but confidence itself was harder to keep hold of. She rang the
bell, waiting nervously. Eric opened it and invited her inside.It was the
first time Erica noticed that Eric, for his age, was a good looking man. Someone
who had worked out, kept his body in shape. They chatted about the weather
and other trivia while Eric made coffee for them.Eric also noticed that
Erica looked attractive in her tight fitting navy skirt and white blouse. Not
only was she shapely, she was also attractive, particularly when she smiled.
He hadn't seen much of the smile before, she had always looked rather
forbidding when he had seen her in the past. He also noticed the nervousness, as
much as Erica tried to hide it.At last they were both sat, and Eric spoke: "
How can I help you?" He tried hard to make his voice sound business-like.Erica
took a moment to reply, then spoke hesitantly. "I'm sorry to bother you. I
need some advice from a man - a man who has a fair bit of experience, and
thought you might help." Both Erica's voice and any remaining confidence
disappeared at that moment. "I'll do whatever I can," said Eric encouragingly,
wondering what was happening here. It was a few moments before Erica spoke
again. "Hope you don't mind me being personal, but..." Again she hesitated
before speaking again. "It's about my husband." Again Erica stopped - she
was saying what she had prepared, but her confidence in what she was saying
had long since dissipated. Eric encouraged her: "Your husband?"Suddenly she
blurted it - all the words she had prepared, but not in the way she had
prepared it. "Yes. How can I help him to give me pleasure? We have sex, but he
doesn't care about my or my pleasure. How can I help him to think about me?"
Erica paused just to catch breath. "You and your wife were always happy
together, you must have given each other real pleasure. I've never had pleasure
from him. Ever. He never cares about me when we..." Erica's voice trailed
away, Eric leaving a period of quiet for Erica to gather her thoughts, though
staring at her intently. Erica continued - suddenly the act had gone and
she was pouring out the truth. "I have to lie there while he gets his
pleasure. And have to suck him...you know - down there, and he gropes me and I'm
supposed to pretend it's wonderful and I never cum. Almost never. It's awful.
It must be better than that." Again Erica's voice trailed away.Eric left a
period of quiet before speaking gently. "So you want more pleasure from sex?"
Erica's mind was racing with anger at her husband, the desire to experience
more - to go beyond Tony, wondering if this man would get the message...Eric
's mind was also racing. He knew for sure - she had come to seduce him. He
also wanted to put the brakes on - he wanted to make Erica lead him further.
As yet it was clear she didn't know...Erica replied. "Yes, I want more."
Eric had now worked out his plan. He spoke again. "Have you never had more
pleasure than your husband gives you?"Erica didn't speak, she just turned
bright red. Eric knew he was on to something. He pushed on."So what Kind of
things have given you more pleasure than you husband, recently?"Erica wanted to
tell him. But her nerve was going. "Please don't tell anyone. Please don't
tell anyone at all."Eric re-assured her instantly. "Of course not..."Erica
again hesitated before speaking. "I was seduced by a man, two weeks ago. He
humiliated me. Made me beg. I felt like a real slut. It was fantastic..."
her voice trailed off as she spoke."And?" said Eric quietly.Suddenly Erica
spoke with an unexpected vehemence. "And I want more. I want to do even more."
Eric remained quiet for several seconds, before speaking again. "You can
ask me to do more."Suddenly Erica's attention was caught. "What?"Eric spoke
quietly again. "You can ask me for more, and you won't regret it."Erica's
mind paused. This was all wrong. She was going to come and seduce this man.
She was going to be in control. Make it happen. And here she was about to
ask him to ...well she didn't know what. Here she was about to hand over to
him...she didn't know what. He mind said stop, escape, but her voice betrayed
her. "Please, I want to do more."Eric paused - he too was planning in his
mind where this might go. He spoke again. "Are you sure? I like to do things
a bit extreme, and once we start you won't be able to get away. Stop things.
You really want to go through with it?"Erica was quiet, her mind clearly
fighting against itself. It was Eric who spoke. "If you want to go through
with it, then you must remove your skirt, then come with me..." Eric knew that
to give a person something to do often unlocks them before their mind and
mouth can decide.Erica sat for a minutes, then stood to her feet. Her body was
responding while the rest of her shouted no, run away, stop. She reached
behind herself, undid the hook, then the zip, let the skirt fall to the
floor.Eric gasped - she was beautiful, but even more she was naked, not wearing
any panties under her skirt. He saw the beautiful black pubic hair which led
of treasures to be discovered...Eric kept his calm, stood to his feet, and
spoke gently to Erica. "Come with me." He led her to the bedroom he had
prepared earlier, hoping against hope that Erica's visit might lead to...this."
Lie there, on your back." He pointed to a bench. He didn't even need to "
order" her - she wanted this...Erica lay on the bench, her head resting on a
pillow at one end, the other end just supporting her bottom. Erica's feet
rested on the ground. Within seconds, Eric had fixed two straps - one across her
waist, the other across the top of her chest and under her arms. Both held
her tightly and securely - there was no escaping, even though her arms and
legs were still loose. Eric sat on a stool next to the bench to speak to
Erica, while his hand rested on one of her breasts."Before we proceed, I think I
should tell you a story." Erica's mind was all a confusion, but Eric
continued."You know me as Eric Thornton - that's the name we used while we lived
here for the last nine years. That's not my real name, you know."Eric
paused for a moment before continuing. "Until nine years ago I was called Eric
Thresher. You may remember the name."Erica's mind was whirling - yes she did
know the name, but couldn't remember where from. Eric continued."You may
remember the newspapers nicknamed me Thresher the thrasher. You may remember
my name well spread all over the papers. You may remember I had to leave my
work as a professor."Suddenly it all came back to Erica. Yes, she did
remember. The professor who was caught - along with his wife, giving special
lessons to his students. She remembered how he was caught spanking his female
students and remembered the stories of sex sessions. Everyone assumed the
stories grew in their telling. But she also remembered that the students adored
him. Not one would testify against him. All reported how wonderful he was. It
was assumed the papers had blown the story out of all proportion. But a
professor with a spanking and sex scandal with students was a professor who was
out of work. But with a healthy pension. Forever. "Please," said Erica,
after moment. She stopped - not knowing what she was asking for.Eric spoke
again. "Those girls never spoke of what really happened, and how much pleasure
they got. The papers only got the tip of the iceberg. But you are going to
find out now..."Eric pushed the stool aside and took to metal brackets which
fitted in the base of the stool, which had rings at the other end. Eric took
Erica's foot and put it in one ring, her other foot in the other and
strapped them there. Erica found herself in a position, a sort of device a woman
might give birth in. She was suddenly aware there was one difference - she
could not escape this one. She was suddenly aware of something else. She did
not want to escape this one. She suddenly new Eric would not hurt her. Would
not harm her - perhaps hurt wasn't the right word. And she suddenly knew she
wanted this..."AAAAAAAAAAAAA" Erica's voice screamed out, the searing pain
on the inside of her thigh ripping her from her revelry. She didn't know it
was a riding crop that had caught her, but she certainly knew the pain,
searing through her soft flesh. Her body squirmed to fight the pain, more
painful than anything she had experienced before.At first the pain was all she
knew, but as the pain subsided Erica felt something else - something which
felt better - she felt a finger just gently massaging her clitoris, which was
responding to the treatment. Slowly the balance between the pain and pleasure
tilted until the pleasure became stronger. Suddenly a moan escaped her lips
- it was the cue for the finger to be withdrawn."AAAAAAAAAAAAAA" again
Erica screamed out - this time the searing pain was on the inside of her other
thigh. Tears were now rolling down her face as she fought the pain. Again,
after fighting it she felt something else - again, the finger on her
clitoris, the balance between the searing pain and pleasure shifting. Again, she
moaned, again the cue for the finger to be removed.At first Erica had been
deeply embarrassed to have her legs spread wide, her pussy on view, but the
embarrassment had already been overtaken by the pain and pleasure. For Eric, who
took a few moments to look more carefully at Erica - the beautiful body,
the beautiful legs spread, the pussy - so sweet, open to him, the red stripes
on either side of the inside of her thighs from the riding crop - he had so
missed this over the last couple of years. Suddenly Erica felt a different
sensation - this time a prickling feeling. More, perhaps a feeling that lots
of little needles were being stuck into the lips of her pussy. But it wasn't
needles - these things gave way, and didn't hurt badly. For Eric he loved
to use the ear of wheat on a woman's pussy. It just sat on the edge of pain
and pleasure, scratching and prickling and caressing...He let the ear of
wheat scratch the lips of her pussy gently, then caress her clitoris. Then
gently around her anus. For Erica the mixture of "scratching" and caressing was
wonderful horrible, exciting... Erica just knew she didn't want it to stop.
She knew her pussy was sopping wet, but she just wanted it to continue. For
ever. As he breathing became shorter.For about 5 minutes Eric used the ear
of wheat, as Erica became ever more excited, moaning loudly. As she
approached her orgasm, Eric stopped, jabbed his fingers into the wheals he had made
earlier so that the pain overwhelmed any excitement, any arousal that was
about to overtake Erica. As he jabbed his fingers into the wheals she screamed
with the pain...After perhaps 30 seconds Eric removed his fingers, let Erica
calm, until he began to caress her again with the ear of wheat, this time
working it on the lips of her pussy., easing it slowly inside of her - the
scratching was excruciating, and thrilling, and wonderful and ... Erica was
long past words as she became more and more aroused by what was happening to
her, her body squirming against the leather straps which held her to the
bench.Gradually she felt the ear of wheat going further and further inside her,
scratching her, tantalizing her, arousing her. Erica's hips were bucking -
she knew she was being obscene but couldn't stop, didn't want to stop as the
excitement drove inside of her.At last Eric had the ear of wheat as far
inside as he could make it go. Erica found it too much - she had to cum. She
was on the edge, she needed more. Erica cried out. "Please make me cum. Please
play with my clit. Please...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..." As she begged she
suddenly felt the whip across the inside of her left thigh, parallel to the first
stripe. This time as she caught her breath she screamed a second time - the
whip across the inside of her other thigh, leaving another red mark next to
the first.Erica squirmed against the pain, while Eric watch. For Eric this
was what he loved to see. A girl on the edge of arousal and pain, emotions
and feelings all jumbled up together. Eric regretted that his wife was no
longer there to enjoy it with him - they had enjoyed these things together so
much. As he paused he chuckled to himself. This woman coming to seduce him,
and here she was, at his mercy...At last Erica's pain had dissipated enough,
and Eric flicked the stalk of the ear of wheat still in her pussy, causing
her to moan on the edge of pain and pleasure.Eric picked up a second ear of
wheat and this time began to caress her anus with it. Eric didn't know what
she was doing - no-one, before Tony and now Eric had ever been allowed there.
Now she wanted it. Again the mix of scratching and caressing had Erica
aroused, so Eric put a finger into her ass to open her ring, then withdrew it and
put the ear of wheat into her before the ring had closed. To feel something
so scratchy on such a sensitive area - it was excruciating, wonderful -
Erica was long past putting words to anything. Slowly Eric worked the ear of
wheat further into her, the prickling going further inside her, until the ear
had disappeared through the ring. Erica was sobbing in pain and pleasure as
Eric tweaked the stems of ears of wheat. Again she was begging - but every
time she got near orgasm, Eric would simple stop moving them until she calmed
down again.For perhaps half an hour Eric had tormented her with the wheat,
with the whip, the caressing. Erica had never known anything like it for
pleasure, and plain, and horror and delight and arousal.At last Eric seemed to
relent to Erica's pleading. He took a third ear of wheat and began to tickle
Erica's clitoris, scratching and caressing, as Erica became more excited.
He spoke to her, commanded her: "Tell me what you are, tell me what's
happening."Erica would do anything through this, and her voice spoke before her
mind was engaged. "I'm a slut, a whore." She paused. "My cunt is on fire. My
ass is on fire." She sobbed as she spoke. "Please, make me cum."Suddenly
Erica screamed out, her body shook as the orgasm overwhelmed her...She
screamed again - she vaguely felt the whip crack against the first welt on her
left thigh, then the right thigh. He body was wracked with orgasm and pain and
confusion as she shook, and shuddered, moaning with she knew not what.At
last, after what seemed like an age, she came down from the mix of feelings and
sensations and emotions, exhausted by the hardest and best orgasm she had
ever ever experienced. She had never know anything like this.As she came
around she felt she was free of the straps, her legs on the floor, as she lay on
the bench exhausted, the ears of wheat removed from her.Eric had left the
room, and returned a couple of minutes later with a tray of coffee. He put
the tray of coffee on a table, then helped Erica to sitting on an armchair. He
passed her some strong black coffee. Erica knew she probably still couldn't
stand from the exhaustion of her pleasure, the effects of the whip. Erica
was still wearing her blouse and bra, but not skirt or panties - she had not
brought her panties in the first place. Somehow she didn't feel naked -
somehow she wanted to be naked for this man, she wanted to be a slut for him.At
last they were both sitting with they coffee. Eric spoke, gently. "I think
you came her to seduce me today, and found something different!"Erica smile
coyly, knowing he was right. Knowing she had found something better. She
spoke hesitatingly, trying to find words for what she wanted to say. "Please, I
have a life with my husband, please, but I want you to own me. Please, I
know you will be good to me, but I want to give myself to you." Eric smiled -
he replied confidently. "When you are with me - when I call you - then I own
you, completely. You will be my property to use. And we will seal this in
the proper way in a few moments. Perhaps we need a little bargain - you can
offer yourself to me - by sucking me off. I'll accept you in the way I always
do.Erica, pondered and then suddenly realised she wanted more than anything
to suck this man off. She staggered to him having regained some strength in
her legs, knelt before him, undid his trousers and began - she would strive
to give him the best blow job ever, she thought as her mouth touched the tip
of his cock...Erica took the cock in her mouth - she had never enjoyed
doing this - but now she wanted to, she wanted to make this man cry out with
delight. She caressed his cock, sucked it, tongued it with every bit of
imagination she had. She felt Eric's body responding, then felt him thrusting his
thighs up and down, sliding his cock in her mouth. As she felt him rising she
began to slide her mouth up and down the length of his cock, faster and
faster and faster..."AAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG..." Erica heard Eric grunt, and at
the same moment felt the warm liquid in her mouth, spurting into her throat.
She swallowed hard, taking down his seemingly endless amount of sperm. She
liked it. She had never like it before. Eric knew this was as good a blow job
as he had ever had as he emptied his balls into her, his slut. At last he
came down from the high, his cock slipping from her mouth. He lay back
unwinding as Erica lay against his lap.At last they came around, and Eric spoke - "
I take that as an offer of yourself. Completely. When I want you. Promise I
won't do anything to embarrass you - but you will be my slut. You are my
slut. My sub."Instinct told Erica how to reply. "Thank you sir - I will do
anything for you.""Good" Eric replied. "I promise you will enjoy it. Let's go
upstairs - I'll show you that I accept your offer. When I've finished you
can go."Eric led Erica upstairs into the bathroom having picked up her
skirt, taking it with him. Erica was uncertain... Eric lifted her into the bath,
sat her in the bath. He removed her blouse and bra. Erica was still puzzled.
Suddenly Eric pointed his cock at Erica's face. Suddenly a jet of warm
liquid was pouring into her face, over her hair, down her body, covering her,
and Erica took it, the strange odor, because she wanted to - perhaps the
ultimate submission she could make.At last Eric stopped, drained. He spoke to
Erica, his voice almost businesslike. "We have sealed our deal. You are now my
sub. I'll phone you when I want you. You can clean up, then leave." With
that he was gone.Erica was stunned, but perhaps felt she should expect nothing
less than to be dismissed like this. She was his property. And that was
all. And that was all she wanted to be...
Erica's Downfall Chapter 3 - Erica's depravity leads to further
extremes
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A lot had happened since the time
Erica had been to see Eric to seduce him, and she found herself "tortured"
to a state of a sexual rapture, where she was prepared to shed any
inhibitions for such pleasure. Tony - who had seduced her by blackmail in the first
place - had questioned her at length about what had happened while tormenting
her to orgasm himself. She had hidden nothing, couldn't hide anything. She
had spent another session with Eric, as good as the first. As amazing as the
first.And Tony had visited Eric. Both had talked freely about Erica - Tony
about how it had started, what he had done to her. Eric about his surprise
at Erica turning up, but how she had been so hot. The conversation at first
had been stilted, but over a couple of drinks and a couple of hours they had
formed a bond of friendship - a bond of friendship from which arose new
ideas, new plans...Both agreed on three things. Both agreed Erica was an amazing
slut who should be used as a slut. Both agreed they loved to watch her as
she came - she was stunning, exciting, the most erotic female they had dealt
with. Both agreed - they wanted Erica to receive complete fulfillment,
enjoyment, pleasure. Yes, she was a slut for them to use, but at the same time
she should only be made to do what would pleasure her."I suppose," said Tony,
"I suppose that up to now we've put her through some subtle torment, a bit
of sophisticated humiliation, and only for us as individuals...""What are
you thinking of?" asked Eric.Tony replied thoughtfully. "Perhaps it's time
she was used much more coarsely, much more crudely, with people seeing her
fuck. Perhaps that's the next step in her humiliation..."Eric paused, before
speaking. "Perhaps you are right. I have a small group of friends I meet
with sometimes for a drink. We've often joked about finding a woman to
entertain us one evening. Perhaps..."It was arranged for the week Erica's husband
was away on a business conference. On the Wednesday they would get together
at Eric's...Eric took on the job of organizing the party, preparing the
food, getting the drinks, welcoming his guests, feeding his guests, while Tony
prepared Erica for the party in one of the bedrooms. "It's very simple..."
he said, while Erica sat on the bed nervously. "Nothing complicated. You wear
these clothes, and when we are ready I'll take you through to the sitting
room, put on some music, then you will have to dance for our friends. There
will be half a dozen. You will have to make it very hot..."Tony paused - it
was clear Erica was very nervous, and excited, and confused. "Then it's even
easier," he continued: "you just go along with whatever may happen."Erica
look na´ve, unaware quite of what Tony was saying. She asked hesitatingly: "
do you think some of them might want to touch me?"Tony smiled. "No, he
whispered - it is your job to make them all want to fuck you. And then you let
them..."Erica had heard the word "gangbang", and suddenly realised that was
what she was going to be part of. The centre of. Part of her was horrified -
to be used like that. A bigger part wanted it... And even bigger - her
nerves. But she would do it... She began to put on the clothes that Tony gave
her.Eric shouted up the stairs that they were ready. Tony lead her down to the
sitting room, looking stunning in her black stockings, suspenders, panties
and undercut bra which pushed her breasts up at an obscene position. Tony
had given her a lacy shawl to cover he breasts for the moment and her body
accentuated by the high heels she was told she had to dance in.Tony led her
along the corridor, opened the sitting room door and led her in. She slowly
opened her eyes, aware of six other men there along with Eric, looking at her,
transfixed. She opened wider and took in the strangers, looking coyly around
the group of men gathered.She suddenly gasped. "George?"Sat in front of
her was her father-in-law. Father of her husband. "Erica?" George was as
shocked as she was.There was never anything sexual between them, there never had
been. And here he was in a room waiting to be part of a gang-bang - on her.
She stood before him in underwear, sexy underwear, wanting to run, but
anchored to the floor.Suddenly George gave a wry smile. He spoke in a friendly
but commanding voice. "Dance Slut, I am going to enjoy this..."Erica stood
in the centre for a few moments as Eric put a CD on the player. As the music
started Erica was suddenly aware she hadn't thought what she should do, in
this bit. As the chords of "Brown Sugar" by the Rolling Stone started, her
mind whirled quickly, and she was suddenly very embarrassed. However, as Mick
Jagger started to sing, Erica closed her eyes and began to dance cautiously
at first, then disappearing into a dream, her body moving, her arms
beginning to move, suddenly turning on all the steps she used at the disco, the
words whispering in her mind "You must make them want to fuck you..."Within a
couple of minutes she had shed the black shawl hiding her breasts lifted up
obscenely by the underpinned bra, aware of a few whistles, whistles that
made her cup he breasts, squeeze her nipples, make her nipples hard...Towards
the end of the record she was aware that as she had danced around her hand
was now between her legs, resting over her knickers, gently rubbing in time to
the music, the music which ran out...In the pause she guessed what to do
next - she removed her panties, just in time to hear the opening chords of "
Simply the Best" by Tina Turner. Somewhere in her memory she remembered the
faintly obscene Tina Turner dance with legs staggered wide and began to
imitate it. She turned, flashed her ass at the men, turned back, this time her
hand buried in her naked crotch, feeling the moisture there, slipping a finger
inside, her eyes still closed, only sometimes opening to look at her
audience. Somehow the erotic dance had taken over...She turned her back on them
again, spread her legs even wider, let a hand snake between the cheeks of her
ass, made it clear she was tickling her anus as her audience sat wide eyed at
this erotic sexual tour-de-force they were watching.At last Tina Turner had
sung her last, Erica suddenly stood coyly, feet together, hands by her
side, breathing heavily from arousal and effort. As she waited for the next
track she removed her bra, let her breast fall free, and caressed them gently
for a brief moment. The men were smiling, some with their hands in their laps,
one or two with their trousers already open. Clearly she was succeeding: "
You must make them want to fuck you..." At last the next track started. Erica
didn't recognize the music, a slow romantic track, but a ladies voice that
had some power as well. This time Erica met the music by gyrating her hips
slowly, then moved over towards the first of the men. As she reached him she
sat on his lap, squirmed provocatively in his lap - aware that he was
already very aroused, kissed him, then moved to the next. The next she put her
hand on his cock as she sat down, squeezed, pushed his head between her
breasts. Suddenly there was a momentarily awareness - she was proud she could have
this effect on all these men. She knew she was being a complete slut. And
she knew - she wanted to be a slut. She had found a confidence - she could
serve these men properly.She pulled away from the second man, and moved around
the room, sitting on each in turn, exciting them, letting them touch her,
but moving away if they were over-excited. The only one she deliberately
missed out was George, her father-in-law.At last she had moved to each and
tantalized further all 7, just leaving George out. She stood up from the last of
the men, returned to George, stood in front of him, danced provocatively in
front of him and whispered to him - "get your cock out, dad..."George
quickly opened his trousers, pushed his trousers down a little, pushed his pants
down, released his cock which stood proud and hard - he had so dreamt of this
day...Erica moved further towards him, legs either side of his, then held
his cock and simply slid it into her pussy, as she sat on his lap, her legs
either side of him.George moaned in pleasure as his cock entered deeply into
her pussy, feeling so wet, welcoming. Erica rested for a moment, then
whispered in his ear: "Okay dad, I'm going to give you the fucking of your life."
As she did so she began to rise and fall on his cock, George struggling to
thrust up into her.As Erica slid up and down she whispered obscenities in
his ear that no-one else could hear because of the music. "You enjoying
fucking me, daddy?" "Your cock feels so good, daddy." "You've always wanted to
fuck me, haven't you, daddy?" "My daddy has a wonderful cock. Feels so good
in my cunt." As she spoke so George felt his cock throbbing, twitching
inside her, and within seconds he was crying out, pumping his cum deep inside
her, the muscles of her pussy milking every drop of cum from his balls. She was
right - he had never pumped this much into a woman before.The other men
cheered, and it was obvious that they could no longer hold back. Erica heard a
voice say "Let's three-hole her". what it meant didn't register, until she
felt the arms of a man pull her on top of him, his cock sliding into her.
She felt fingers playing with her asshole, oiling her there, then felt a cock
pushing there. She gasped in pain as the cock pushed through the ring,
pushing slowly but forcefully deeper into her ass. She was frightened, but it
was easier than she thought it would be. As the second cock was buried in her
she felt another pushing at her mouth. Her mouth opened, willingly took the
cock inside, sucking gently on it. For a few moments all three held her
still impaled on the three cocks, then each in their own rhythm began to fuck
her, sliding their cocks in and out of her three holes. She felt fingers
pinching her nipples, she felt a finger delving to find her clitoris. Soon all
four had given themselves over to their lust, Erica responding to the cocks
and especially the finger on her clit, the three men responding as they fucked
her. Within seconds all were moaning out loud, fucking faster and faster -
it was Erica herself who went over the edge first, crying out in orgasm.
Next she felt and tasted cum in her mouth - she swallowed hard, she had no
choice, she felt the other two push hard in her, pumping into her, filling
her.By now it was all a daze for Erica - quickly the three men left her, to be
replaced by another three. Erica felt sore from being so stretched, but the
cum was good lubrication. Again she felt them fucking her, stretching her
body, using her body, until all four again came in orgasm, Erica milking the
other three in each of her holes.For a moment there was a lull, then Another
man was fucking her, then another man put his cock to her mouth - covered in
cum and her juices from where he had fucked her earlier. For the next two
hours, Erica lost count of the number of times she was fucked, as all eight men
took has as much as they could, lost count of the number of times she came.
By the end she was exhausted, her pussy sore, her asshole stretched from
the 4 cocks that had entered her there, barely able to stand or move. It was
George who helped her to her feet, helped her to the bathroom to clean up. He
spoke gently to her as he helped her there. "You really enjoyed that, didn'
t you? You are one hot slut, you are a very special daughter-in-law."She
whispered softly: "thank you daddy, yes I did."He spoke again. "I knew my son
couldn't satisfy a slut like you. Didn't even have the common sense to
make you into the slut you always wanted to be. I'm glad we could."George sat
her in the shower and began to clean her and slowly soap her all over, then
wash the soap off. "Perhaps," said Erica, thoughtfully, "We can show him
what a real woman needs. Or perhaps he needs to be made into the sissy he is...
"
Erica's Downfall Chapter 4 - Erica draws amazing confessions from her sub
husband
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After her adventures, her journey of discovery, her descent
to depravity - Erica wasn't sure what to call it but she was certain it wasn'
t a descent into depravity - they had had a mixed effect on her. On the one
level - having been sexually tortured to bliss by the two men - by Eric and
Tony, and after the gangbang by the group which had included her
Father-in-Law she had certainly shocked herself by her willingness to submit and
behave as a complete slut. Yet on the other hand there was a strange sense of
confidence - she knew men really desired her, a sense of fulfillment - she had
experienced a sexual liberation and satisfaction she never dreamt was
possible, and also a greater awareness of "sexual dynamics" - awareness of what
people might be thinking or feeling.. And her relationship with the two men -
and also with her Father-in-law was equally strange. Since the gangbang she
had allowed her Father-in-Law to seduce her again on his own, and had had
further sessions with Eric and Tony, all of which had been as good as what
she had experienced. Sexually she could submit to them - she chose to submit
to them. She wanted to submit to them. But outside of the sexual framework,
she found herself developing a deep relationship, a deep friendship, with
them, and she felt she did not need to see them as her master's - which they
were in sex - or her servants - which they were in her social world. She had
discovered the capacity to be equals and friends with them. In the
friendship, she went to them for help...Through all that had happened, the one person
who had seemed oblivious to the changes was Steve, her husband. She loved
him. He was a wonderful husband. She never wanted to lose him. But he would
never give her the fulfillment these other men were giving her. She had worked
it out - Steve was aware of it - at least subconsciously. To compensate he
had worked hard, achieved well, given her a lifestyle she couldn't even have
dreamt of when she was a child. Wealth. Status. Possessions. Steve had
given her all of that - yet on that one level Erica knew that they could never
give each other the fulfillment each needed - sexual fulfillment.At the same
time, there were echoes from their past together which now, as she became
more aware of "sexual dynamics" as she called it, began to fall into
place.She remembered three months after they had been married coming home early and
finding Steve trying on her clothes. She had told him to stop being so
stupid, but the memory had slipped her mind. She remembered him mentioning a
childhood friend that he had camped with, saying they did things "their parents
wouldn't have liked." She remembered him talking once about his mother
catching him masturbating and spanking him - describing it with a glint in his
eye. She remembered once being on holiday with him and noticing him staring
at another male swimmer who had very tight trunks, dismissing it as
day-dreaming...All these memories came flooding back to her as she thought about
Steve, the husband she adored. She was determined to find out more, and perhaps
with her new "friends", do more.On the Saturday morning when neither she
nor Steve were rushing out, Erica made her move. She simply seduced him. She
teased him and tantalized him before she sat astride him, letting his cock
slide into her pussy. Over the previous couple of months she had experienced
much more impressive cocks, but it was Steve, and it felt nice to have him in
her. It was clear Steve was enjoying have her sit on him. And didn't seem
to mind when she took his wrists and held them tight as she kissed him. As
she lifted her body from the kiss, she "forgot" to release his wrists. Erica
lifted her body once or twice, allowing his cock to slide in her, then
stopped again. She smiled - "How about a new game honey - questions and answers?"
She smiled at him wickedly.Steve was distracted... "What?" he managed to
stammer out.Erica smiled again. "It's simple honey," she whispered. "I ask
you some questions and you have to give me the answers!" Erica took Steve'
s "animal" grunt as agreement. "If you answer honestly..." Erica continued
"...then I will reward you with sliding on your cock. Simple as that..."
Steve was suddenly alert. This was a bit different - but sounded like fun. And
he was too turned on to process what might be happening in his mind. Just
confused - there was so much that had been different - about his wife - over
the last couple of months, differences he couldn't put together."So, are
you ready?" asked Erica."Mmmmmm, yes, I think so," Steve responded
hesitantly..."Do you like me being on top of you like this?" Erica asked."
Oh...yes...why?" Steve stammered out.Erica snapped back at him. "I ask the questions,
you answer." Erica was surprised - she felt Steve twitch inside her as she
snapped at him - he liked it...Erica asked two or three more simple
questions: "Do you like your cock in my pussy?" "Do you like to taste my pussy?"
Again, the answers were obvious. Then Erica pushed it a bit further: "Do you
like me holding you down on the bed?"Again she was surprised at the response
as he twitched inside her, coyly admitting he did.Erica pushed further. "
Would you like to be tied to the bed while we fucked?" Their relationship had
never visited this sort of ground before. It was clear Steve did like the
idea, his cock twitching hard in her as he quietly replied in the affirmative."
Would you like me to spank you?" Again Erica felt as well as heard the
positive response to her question.Erica paused for a moment and kissed Steve hard
and long, but still not releasing his wrists. She was aware that if he had
wanted to he could easily break away, but it was obvious - he didn't want
to. She was also less certain now - she had asked him questions about them -
husband and wife - but could she ask more? But she had to - there was no
point coming this far, and not going all the way, especially if they were going
to carry out the plan She had organized with Eric and Tony... The question
was - where to start next - all those events with other people, those
allusions Steve had made about other experiences that had come back to her - which
one to pick up first..."When your mother spanked you for masturbating, was
it arousing?" Steve was stunned at the question, but clearly aroused. After a
few moments he replied "It was the hottest thing I ever felt before you."
Erica was surprised both at Steve's willingness to answer, and his openness.
It was time to get in a swing with her questions, to become relentless. If
he would admit this so willingly, how much more could she get from him. "Did
you jerk-off afterwards?""No," replied Steve. He paused. "No - I came
while she was spanking me, on her skirt.""Did she like that?""She was funny -
she just sent me to my room - I heard some humming noises from her bedroom
later..."Erica paused - surprised that Steve had been so candid. His mother
using a vibrator... She also rode him once or twice - she was turned on by
these revelations, as well as Steve. Then she continued. "When you went on
that camping trip with Tim, what did you do that your mother wouldn't have
liked?"Steve paused, reluctant to talk about it."Tell me," ordered Erica."Okay.
" Steve hesitated before slowly telling more. "He made me undress.
Demanded to see my cock. He made me suck him. Made me jerk-off so he could watch."
Steve's body bucked as he spoke, clearly turned on by the memories."You
mean, you sucked his cock? Did you make him come? Swallow?" Erica now wanted to
know.Steve whispered: "yes.""Yes? Yes, what?" demanded Erica.Steve was
still speaking quietly. "Yes, I sucked his cock. Yes, I made him come. Yes, I
swallowed. He made me do it 6 or 7 times. And he put his finger in my bum."
Erica was surprised Steve had volunteered more information than she had asked
for. "Why didn't you say no when he told you to?" Erica continued.Steve
paused for a long time before replying hesitantly. "I didn't want to say no."
Erica continued. "Did you like his finger in your bum? Did you do more?"
Steve's body leapt up into her. He whispered his reply: "Loved it. I wanted
him to fuck me but he wouldn't." "Did you ask him to?"Steve now wanted to
answer, tell all. "Yes, but he said he didn't want to. He was more frightened
of doing it than I was."Erica was relentlessly probing - she was finding
this so exciting - plumbing depths in her husband she didn't know existed
before now. "You mean you wanted to obey him? You mean you wanted to suck his
cock? You wanted him to fuck you.""Yes". Steve paused before completing his
sentence in a whisper. "Both. All three..." The revelation caused Steve's
body to react and he thrust hard up into Erica, moaning as he did. Erica
allowed him to for a moment, before stopping him."And that day at the swimming
pool. When you were staring, you weren't day dreaming?"Steve's eyes jerked
open in surprise, before replying. "No."Erica decided to pursue it. "You were
thinking about his cock?" Steve suddenly became terse in his replies. "Yes.
"Erica tried again. "You were dreaming of sucking him as well?"Steve was
still terse. "Yes." Erica was surprised as Steve turned his eyes away from
hers. There was something here - more than... Well, she couldn't put her
finger on what was happening here. Erica summoned up her fiercest most demanding
voice. "There is more to this story. Tell me."Steve paused, before the
words started to fall out of his mouth. "Well, he noticed me looking. Thought
he hadn't. Met him in the corridor later - he was still in his trunks. He
just said - `you little slut, come in here.' He took me by my arm, pulled me
into his room, then put his hand in my hair, pulled my head to his crotch. He
pushed his trunks down. I was inches from his cock. He pulled my head to
his cock and I sucked it. He came, and held me there so I had to swallow. Then
he just kicked me out again into the corridor."Erica was stunned. And
excited. And horrified."And you let him. It must have been horrible. And then
just tossed aside..."Steve went bright red. He whispered: "It was fantastic. I
walked up and down that corridor several times a day hoping he would do it
again, but he must have left soon afterwards."Both Steve and Erica heard the
words and their minds were shamed, but their bodies were responding, his
cock sliding faster and faster in and out uncontrollably fucking his wife on
top of him. Erica knew she had one last question to ask."So will you submit
to anything I make you do with anyone?"Steve's reply was instantaneous. "
Yessssssssssssssssssssss." As he cried out, he felt his balls clench, he was
pumping deep into his wife with a depth of orgasm he had never felt before,
pumping seemingly endless into her warm and wet and welcoming pussy. He even
felt her muscles clenching on his cock, milking him dry. At last his orgasm
subsided, but Erica didn't give him chance to come around, she so needed to
cum herself. She commanded him - "Lick my clit". She moved quickly, thrust
her pussy to his mouth, his cum seeping out of her, demanding he make her
cum. At first Steve hesitated, but then let his tongue begin to massage her
clit, tasting the mixture of his cum and her juices. He liked it. Steve allowed
his tongue to caress, flick, tickle - feeling her body squirming as he did.
He had never known her like this before. Within seconds Erica cried out,
her orgasm sweeping through her, his own cum being forced out of his wife's
pussy into his mouth. He swallowed greedily. At last they had both calmed
down, exhausted. They both had different feelings as they lay in each others
arms. Steve was ashamed of all he admitted, all that Erica had forced him to
tell her. His admissions that he wanted to be sub and he was bi as well.Erica
smiled inside - she had, after many years, found out her husbands true
nature. She could find ways of pleasing him. And as she pleased him she would
find more pleasure for herself.At last they showered and dressed, Erica
prepared to go shopping. As she went out she surprised Steve - if he could be
surprised again. "Tomorrow afternoon I've got some friends coming around. Make
sure you are here..." Erica knew the help she had sought from her new "
friends" was about to be fulfilled...
Erica's Downfall Chapter 5 - Erica and Steve enjoy complete submission
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From the Saturday morning Steve saw
little of Erica. She was clearly planning - but he had little idea what. When he
asked her at a meal time what was happening the following afternoon, she had
simply evaded the question and changed the subject. For Steve it was just
one more odd piece in what was becoming an increasingly complex jigsaw
puzzle. Lots of pieces - but somehow he couldn't put them together.Over the last
few weeks he had seen Erica change. Somehow this uptight wife that he had
lived with for many years had become relaxed, almost content. He had no idea
why. And as she had become content she had become less demanding. He had been
lucky to have a well-paid job with a city bank, but Erica had wanted that
level of backing for the lifestyle she had chosen. But suddenly she hadn't
wanted, hadn't been demanding. He had felt she was beginning to think about
him. Had even talked about them spending more time together, and even suggested
that maybe his job was getting in the way of their relationship. And then
there had been this morning. Often they made love on a Saturday, but it had
been different this morning - she had forced him to reveal things from his
past that he through would never come to light. She had made him reveal how
much he wanted to submit. He had even agreed to serve her. Deep down he knew
forced wasn't quite the right word - he had wanted to tell her...Add to this,
the "few friends" coming around on the Sunday afternoon, and he had been "
commanded" to be there. If all that hadn't been strange enough, there was
the odd conversation with his Father a few evenings before. He couldn't quite
remember how the conversation had got there, but his father had said
something like "...well, if I had a wife as gorgeous as Erica, I would want to
screw her every day..." - at the time it had been almost natural, but with
hindsight, he knew his father had manipulated the conversation to the point
where he could say it. And there was more. His Father had said how beautiful
Erica and Jean would look together. Jean was Steve's step-mother - his father
had remarried following the death of Steve's mother in a car accident when he
was early married. She was an attractive - some would perhaps say "handsome"
lady in her mid forties - perhaps ten years younger than Steve's father,
who was a handsome man for his age. He had said how good they would look
together - but then had added a bit more which had left Steve feeling very
embarrassed - he had asked Steve "wouldn't it be good to watch them together..."
It was only after his father had left that "the penny dropped" and he
realised what his father was hinting at. But there was something even stranger.
His father had said to Steve just as he was leaving: "You're very lucky,
you are a very pretty boy..." Then winked. Steve wasn't sure how he felt.
There was a level of anxiety about what was to happen next, and he knew that
something was going to come to a head on the Sunday afternoon. But at the same
time, there was a level of excitement. He had enjoyed telling Erica
everything. He did like the idea of Jean and Erica - the fantasy had swirled around
his head endlessly since the conversation with his father. He had even
enjoyed the compliment of being called a "very pretty boy". And perhaps he was
attracted to giving up the city job - he had earned a lot, he had a lot of
money, although most of it tied up in property, and yes, he could probably
live quite comfortably if he retired, and maybe did some consultancy type work
when needed. Deep down, under the nerves, Steve was excited...On the Sunday
morning Erica was preparing lunch - it was clear there were to be more than
just Erica and Steve for lunch. She had also given Steve his orders - he
was to accept whatever happened. Do whatever he was told. Erica reminded him
of his promise the previous day, and Steve agreed - he would play along - he
still thought if it as "playing along." Steve was surprised when the door
bell went late morning to see his father George and Stepmother Jean. He was
even more surprised by the greeting. His father - George, simply took Erica
in his arms and kissed her hard on the lips, tongue probing her mouth. And
Erica was responding. He even had his hand on her ass pulling her too him.
Steve was stunned, paralyzed by what he was seeing. Out of the corner of his
eye he could see Jean smiling at him. He heard he speak: "My turn now."His
father reluctantly released Erica. Jean moved to her, put her arms around her
and pulled her close and kissed her as well. It was clear Erica was less
certain, more tentative - for Erica it was the first time she had ever been
kissed by another woman - but she began to enjoy it, began to respond, her
tongue plunging into Jean's mouth. Steve noticed that as Jean rested a hand on
Erica's breast, Erica held on all the more, kissed more passionately.It wasn'
t right. Steve knew it wasn't right. But he had been told. Ordered. He had
to accept it. It was strange. He wanted to accept it. And when his father
turned to him and said "Don't they look wonderful together?" all Steve could
do was smile inanely and nod in agreement.Suddenly everything changed again.
Suddenly the charged moment was over, and they had all gone through to the
sitting room, were drinking coffee and chatting as if nothing had happened.
Somehow only Steve felt how bizarre every was, barely speaking as the normal
conversation about the week, lunch, clothes, football all went on around
him. There was a sense they were waiting for someone else... as he realised,
the door bell rang...Steve answered the door to see Tony and Eric, people he
had come across when he had been supporting Erica in her charity work,
people he liked, admired even, but had never really spent a lot of time chatting
to. Erica shouted for Steve to invite them in. He led them through to the
sitting room.Again coffees were served, general chatter continued - it was
obvious to Steve that they all knew each other quite well and were at ease with
each other. But then it all changed again. Suddenly. This time, Erica
turned the conversation around."Steve," she spoke in her firm voice. "Lunch will
be ready in 20 minutes. You are to serve it to us. You will find your
serving clothes in a carrier bag on our bed." For several seconds she stared hard
at Steve until he responded. He slowly got to his feet, went to the
bedroom, picked up the carrier bag and emptied the contents. Stunned. He looked at
what was there. He couldn't...Steve shouted to Erica "Darling, come here..."
Erica came through to the bedroom. "Are you sure these are the right
things? Have you go the right clothes for me?"Erica spoke quietly. "Yes. Put
them on...""I can't wear these things, it would be terrible, I can't..."Erica
remained firm. "Put them on."Steve still felt he couldn't. He spoke
hesitantly. "I can't..."Suddenly Steve was reeling, almost sprawling on the
ground, although the slap across his face hadn't been that hard. It was the
shock, the surprise. Caught off balance. Never happened before. By the time he
had steadied himself Erica had gone. His face wasn't even stinging, but it had
been enough. Ten minutes later Steve stood wearing black lacy panties,
suspenders, bra, with black stockings. Over the underwear he had a black lacy
edged apron. On his feet high heel shoes, but shoes he could walk in. When
Erica shouted for him to come and serve lunch he went through, his head bowed
in embarrassment. The others almost ignored him for the next hour, treating
him as little more than a waitress. He served the food, cleared the table,
served the drinks, made more coffee. Occasionally he was paid a compliment, or
thanked, but he served, and surprisingly as he got used to the clothes,
found himself enjoying it. Enjoying wearing the clothes, enjoying serving these
people - the two friends, his wife, his parents. He even felt proud when
one of the men - he was pretty sure it was Eric - said to Erica - "He is a
pretty little thing, you are very lucky."While the guests were drinking coffee
with his wife, Steve loaded the dish-washer and grabbed some left over food
for himself. He had just finished eating when he heard his name called,
summoned through to the living room. It was Tony who said "Music." He turned to
Steve. "I think we should call you Stephanie for now. Perhaps it should be
your female name. Stephanie, put on some music for us."Steve suddenly felt
buoyed by it - he like the name Stephanie. He liked having a "lady name." He
put on music - soft ballad type of music. It was His father - George - who
pulled Erica to her feet and started dancing with her. Steve watched as they
danced close to each other, their bodies rubbing. Eric pulled Jean to her
feet, they too were dancing. Suddenly Steve found himself pulled into the
dancing by Tony. It felt odd, but good, to be treated as one of the women of
the party. At first they danced quite formally, but it was clear the other two
couples were enjoying dancing very closely, with hands roaming over each
others bodies. Suddenly Steve found Tony pulling him tightly to him, felt Tony'
s lips against his, felt Tony trying to push his tongue into Steve's
mouth.At first Steve resisted, but it was nice - he was enjoying being treated
like a lady - suddenly they were kissing...And then it was swap around time.
Somehow, naturally, the couples moved around. Steve was dancing with Eric.
Jean with George, Tony with Erica. It was clear the dancing was becoming ever
more erotic, with Steve feeling Eric move his thigh against Steve's cock,
Steve's cock now rigid. Till now he had been watching the others, but he began
to hear Eric whispering in his ear. Just quietly, so no-one else could hear.
"You are gorgeous, Stephanie." Steve listened to Eric talking to him. "
Stephanie - you cock feels really nice, really cute." Another pause. "You are
one sexy cow, Stephanie..." Then Steve was jolted. "I'm really looking
forward to fucking your mouth, and your ass, honey." Steve's cock twitched - so
embarrassed, yet so wanting it... Suddenly time to change partners again.
This time Steve's embarrassment was acute. His Father...The two of them
danced apart, his father speaking to him. "Stephanie. Nice name. You've always
been a pretty boy." Steve went bright red. "And Jean and I have always
dreamt and talked about having Erica, and how sexy she is. Jean has often talked
about you and how cute you are. Made me think you are cute as well. So this
afternoon, we are all going to do what we want, and Stephanie will be our
servant."Steve didn't know what was happening. Here was his father talking
about ...Suddenly he felt his father release him with one hand, and with that
hand lift up the front of the Apron that Steve was wearing, and plunged his
hand into Steve's panties. His Father was gently holding and squeezing his
cock... And Steve was enjoying it.Suddenly the CD had come to an end.
Suddenly everyone parted. Surprisingly - at least to Steve - it was Tony who took
charge. "Okay. Let's have some more music." Steve was in awe of these
guests, but liked them, but even Tony's request seemed more than he had expected. "
Stephanie - you undress Erica and Jean, and then they can dance - and
more..." he had a twinkle in his eye as he spoke, "... for our entertainment..."
Steve hesitated - he should strip his wife for someone else to make love to
her - even if it was a woman - surely too much to expect. However, Erica
began to raise her hand, and remembering the slap from earlier, Steve moved
towards her. He slowly removed her t-shirt and then her Jeans, Erica stepping
out of them after he had pushed them to the floor. He undid her bra, removed
her panties - she looked stunning - he had always thought she looked
stunning...Erica snapped him out of his reverie by pointing to Jean. Steve had
always thought she was attractive, in a formal way. Until today he had never
dreamt of her in a sexual way. He undid her blouse, pulled it off her,
revealing her bra. He went behind her, undid the bra and let it fall to the ground,
her breasts now loose - Steve thought they were stunning. Steve undid her
skirt and let it fall to the ground, then pushed Jeans panties to the floor
for Jean to step out of them. Steve was mesmerized by her body - he had never
realised, or even wondered, at how good she would look naked.Within seconds
Erica and Jean were dancing, although the dance looked far more like Jean
seducing his wife. They were kissing, their hands were roaming over each other'
s bodies. Squeezing each other's breasts, pinching each other's nipples.
Steve watched as Jean's hands roamed to his wife's ass, then saw his wife
tense for a moment before relaxing as Jean's fingers probed between the
cheeks. It was clear Erica was enjoying it, as she gasped in pleasure at whatever
Jean was doing to her. Steve watched, fascinated as Jean pulled Erica to the
carpet, turned on as he hadn't been turned on before, watched as they were
straight into a sixty nine, with Jean on top. It seemed as if Jean was
forcing her crotch onto Erica's mouth, but Erica seemed to want it, to be
enjoying it. Steve watched as his wife's tongue tasted Jean's pussy, plunged
inside, tickled Jean's clit. It was obvious Jean was doing the same to Erica.
Both were clearly aroused, moaning softly as their tongues played with each
other. From where he sat he could see Erica reaching around Jean's ass,
squeezing, tickling the hole, pushing her finger through the ring. He also guessed
although he could only see Jean's arm reaching under Erica that she was
imitating what Jean was doing to her. He watched as their bodies squirmed,
watched as within seconds their bodies began to shudder with pleasure, watch as
suddenly both, together, cried out, their bodies shaking in orgasm, as the
orgasm swept over them uncontrollably.Their bodies seemed to shudder, shake,
squirm for ages until at last their orgasm was over, Jean still lying on
Erica, her legs astride Erica's face, Erica's face glistening with the moisture
from Jean.Steve watched as Erica gently kissed Jean on the pussy before
they rolled apart, panting gently from their exertions.Steve, who had been
standing through all of this looked around the room - it was clear the other men
were aroused by what they had seen, and even applauded the two ladies when
they came around, looking around the room in a mixture of satisfaction and
embarrassment. For several moments nothing happened, then Jean stood up and
came over to Steve. She spoke quietly and forcefully to him. "Stephanie, this
is Erica's afternoon. You kneel down. Now." Steve paused for a moment but
saw the strength in Jean's eyes. After a few moments his resistance seemed
to crumble and he dropped to his knees. While him and Jean were having their
short "encounter" Steve noticed Eric removing his clothes, moving towards
Erica.Steve looked up from his kneeling position just in time to see Eric
plunge his cock deep into his wife, hearing her saying, yearningly, "please
fuck me, fuck me hard."Somehow for Steve there had simply been too many shocks
today, this was just one more that added to his own arousal and humiliation.
He couldn't express it to himself, but somehow deep down he knew this was
everything he wanted. Steve watched as Eric slowly began to fuck his own
wife, Erica's body responding to the thrusts. He watched as they fucked faster
and faster, hear Erica moaning, suddenly hearing them both cry out as Eric
pumped his cum deep into Erica, Erica's orgasm sweeping over her at the same
moment. He heard Eric say to Erica, "You are one hot sexy cow, one hot sexy
slut, one hot sexy whore" and somewhere felt proud of his wife.It was the
next moment that surprised him - Eric pulled out of his wife, stood up, came
over to Steve, put his cock to Steve's mouth and said: "Okay Stephanie, suck
me clean."Again Steve paused, long enough for his mind to change from horror
at sucking clean the cock of the man who had just fucked his wife to an
unstoppable desire to taste the cock, the mixture of the man's cum and his own
wife's juices. Steve opened his mouth, felt the cock, now limp but still a
good size, pushed into his mouth.It was bliss sucking this man's cock. He
tasted. He licked. The greatest moment of his life...?As his mind wandered he
felt the cock withdrawn from his mouth, to be replaced by another. He had
been vaguely aware that Tony had also been fucking Erica, and this time it was
Tony's cock he was sucking clean. Again for several minutes the cock was
everything...Steve was almost distraught when that cock was pulled from his
mouth. His mind barely realised that the new cock was the cock of his father
that he was presented with, that he was sucking. It felt wrong? It felt so
good, so humiliating...At last his father withdrew his cock from Steve's mouth.
Steve though it was all over, but was surprised to feel a hand in his hair,
yank his hair, his head downwards. It was the voice of his wife he heard,
surprisingly harsh, surprisingly crude. "Come on, slut, lick my cunt clean."
He had no choice - he felt his head pulled between her legs, he began to
taste her, taste the cum from the three men who had just fucked her. His cock
throbbed with hardness. Steve cleaned her as well as he could, then minutes
later found himself, absurdly, making coffee for everyone in the kitchen
while the others sat around and chatted. He found himself feeling bizarre - he
was so turned on, everyone else had cum, no-one had allowed him to cum.
Perhaps it was how it should be, for someone like him, for a "sub slut" like
him - at last he had given himself the name. Stephanie the sub slut. He liked
it.After he had served coffee Steve stood to the side waiting to see where
the afternoon - now early evening would go. It was his "duty" to stand by
the kitchen door and wait on the others. He half listened to the conversation
going on, but it came as a surprise when Tony stood directly in front of
him, and spoke to him. "So Stephanie," he said with a smile on his face. "
Erica tells me you want to be fucked?"The direct question left Steve speechless,
and bright red - he was amazed he could still be embarrassed after what he
had experienced that afternoon. Tony slapped him on the shoulder in a
friendly way, turned to the others and smiled. "Let's finish with a game." he
suggested...For a couple of minutes there was some good natured banter, people
making silly suggestions, till Tony held up his hand to speak again."Let's
have the three ladies..." there was a pause as people worked it out. Tony
put it into words. "Three ladies, Erica, Jean and Stephanie, lets have them
kneel side by side, asses in the air, rest their head on the sofa. We'll have
a competition - we'll each have a minute in each of them, then swap - easy
done, I can make my mobile phone bleep every minute - and the winner will be
the one which can make most of us three men cum inside them."Again there was
a lot of giggling, banter, demands to know the prize. It was George who
suggested the prize - the title "queen slut."Only Steve was suddenly feeling
unsure. The others were laughing, joking - it was Steve alone who realised
what this would mean for him. He had never done anal before as much as he had
wanted it. Now three men, each well endowed... Panic began to well up inside
him. Remarkably it was Erica who went to him, smiled at him, reminded him
he had always wanted this, led him to the sofa, made him kneel down. Steve
found himself kneeling between Jean and Erica, leant forward his ass high in
the air. He wasn't sure who did it, but felt a finger putting oil on his
asshole, gently easing a finger into his ring to lubricate him for what was to
come. The finger felt wonderful, Steve's cock was throbbing with desire, his
fear vanished as lust overtook him.Within seconds the three men were
kneeling behind the three "ladies". Steve had no idea who was kneeling behind who:
his eyes were closed as he held hands with Jean and Erica. Steve felt
something else - not a finger, resting on his asshole, then pushing gently,
pushing harder, pushing forward, till the cock - it felt like a monster - slipped
through the ring. Steve cried out in pain - the other two girls - Jean and
Erica - squeezed his hands encouragingly. Gradually Steve relaxed, the pain
went, and he felt the cock begin to invade him. He knew he had to relax and
allow it as the cock eased further and further inside him. It seemed like
ages until he felt himself totally impaled. He didn't know how he felt, but he
so wanted this. His mind guessed briefly that the other women had also been
invaded, as he heard someone say - lets begin.Steve felt the cock begin to
slowly slide in and out of him. At first it felt uncomfortable, but
gradually he found himself enjoying the sensation. The first minute felt like an
eternity as the cock slid in out of him, but he heard the beep. Steve felt
sorry as the cock was pulled out of his ass. He heard rustling behind them but
still kept his eyes closed. Another cock was put to his ring, pushed into
him, this time a little more directly, a little more roughly. Again he felt the
cock sliding in and out of him...then the beep.Soon another cock was in
him. He couldn't believe how brazen he had become in one afternoon. Another
change, another cock...it was clear the three men fucking him and Jean and
Erica were getting more and more aroused and he felt the cocks more and more
quickly pounding into him, taking less and less care of how he felt. It was how
he wanted it.Perhaps after the fifth or sixth he felt the cock pumping his
ass hard, the man grasping his hair and pulling him onto his cock. Steve
knew my instinct that he wouldn't hold out much more. By instinct Steve began
to squeeze the cock with the muscles of his ass, squeezing harder, releasing,
harder...It was clear whoever it was couldn't hold out - he slammed his
cock hard into Steve's ass, Steve felt him pumping deep inside him, filling him
with cum.The man slumped down on Steve, but a beep went. He was pulled off,
another cock was in him, fucking him hard... then the next, and again Steve
suddenly knew this one couldn't hold out. Again he squeezed, milked, till
whoever it was slammed into him and emptied his balls into Steve.Again a
beep, again, he was pulled off. Again another cock was in him. Again, the cock
was pounding hard, again Steve was milking; again the man grunted emptying
his cum deep into Steve as well. Steve smile inwardly. He truly was Stephanie,
Queen slut.At last the 6 of them had all relaxed. All except Steve - all
the others had come - more than once. He was still stiff - they had stopped
him cumming. His cock was throbbing, his balls aching. It was Jean who took it
in hand, after Steve had served yet more coffee. Jan simply said - stand
here - she pointed in front of her, pointed so he was looking away from her.
Jean had put her hand between his legs, had grasped his cock and began to
jerk him off. Within second Steve was spurting while everyone watched, his cum
spraying on the floor. Cum he had to mop up 5 minutes later.The rest of the
evening felt strange, particularly to Steve and Erica. It was Tony who
outlined what was to happen. He didn't seem to give them a choice. He explained
to them."We have a business proposition for you." He spoke clearly to Steve
and Erica. "We have a log cabin - we've just bought it between us - me,
Eric and George. It's well hidden away in the forest. It's big, it's
comfortable. We want to use it to offer services to wealthy clients. We already have
enquiries. Men who want to come. Couples. Someone who wants to send his
daughter. It's simple - they are people who are probably so important at work,
have to be in charge of everything at work, that they want time to be the
opposite. Submissive. Some want to be served. Some will want male attention. We
will hand pick our clients so they won't be difficult or dangerous. "We
want you to run it. We'll come and be there to help. You might recruit more
staff. Nothing bad, nothing awful - we make that clear. Give up your jobs,
come and be the hosts. Go and run it. We thought you two would be perfect for
it. Like the idea?"Erica and Steve only thought for a second. "Tell us more"
said Steve...
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